Since you are hereIn the whirling world of desiresYou hope for the thingsAppearing as mirageRun away from someYou never believed inYet the tragedy hits youWhen mirage disappearSAnd disbelief proves the existence

Autumn, yet again

Yet again, autumn has arrived and so has a promise of spring. The last autumn served it’s purpose all through the spring to this autumn. None has though thanked it and is even being looked with unwanted glance. In the realms of suffering, autumn perishes just to bring the spring again, yet it’s sacrifice is…